| Hip Hop at its purest
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| For me is an everyday occurrence
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| How I influence
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| More seeds than a seasoned florist (They're Azaleas)
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| Swimming in the wicked currents
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| In the midst of the sea
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| I can’t be seen like hospital patients without insurance
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| Lyric felon, thats sellin' more hell and fire penance than Mount Saint Helen
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| I ain’t come down and get a cheapo clearance
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| Pop radio hates me, they censor every sentence
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| Scared of my musical merits and message of independence (Fear me!)
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| Feared after so many years of my disappearance
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| Avoiding mirrors, getting away from weird and angry spirits (Get away!)
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| Theorys of where I was during this period vary
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| From the ethereal to padded cells for my material
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| Artistry in the hard industry, its a mystery
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| But I plan on going down in history for my vocation
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| Like Jesus' earthly father
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| For carpentry fulfillin' prophecy
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| Standin' outside of Heaven hoping God grants me amnesty (Yeah!)
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| I don’t doubt God is sittin' in the clouds
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| Kinda proud at my strength to proceed
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| Yeah, cause I can’t breathe
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| While I’m on this earth, things are gettin worse
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| I gotta bleed for everything I receive
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| I can’t breathe, yo
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| Is it all a dream, I can’t let out a scream
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| So deceived that I’ve become a machine
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| Yeah, I can’t breathe, son
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| Now is not the time to lose steam
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| Refuse to let evils abuse me, I can’t sleep
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| But I can’t breath
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| Unmercifully
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| Introduce you to death personally
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| Lock you in a cell in the ocean
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| And then submerge the key (Gone!)
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| Committing perjury, to prevent my souls burglary
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| No clergery, could fix this broken circuitry (Can't fix this)
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| It really hurts to be stuck in the Trials of Job
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| A fires below, eating life with no sign of parole
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| I lie in the road, beetles and flies in the cold
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| I’m risin' up slow, the skies, they disguising the code (Yeah)
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| I write and it finally broke
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| The violet and smoke
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| Tryin to soak in the most Bible and all of its quotes (Ahhhh!)
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| My life is like a dull knife when it slicin' your throat
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| Lost like Rip van Winkle’s hopes when he finally woke (Crazy!)
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| The death of this art form has become a threat
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| And its greatest enemies hide in the least places that we’d expect
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| As I travel carrying nothing but my regret
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| And loneliness
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| My lungs have forgotten how to take a breath (Ahhhh)
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| I don’t doubt God is sittin' in the clouds
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| Kinda proud at my strength to proceed
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| Yeah, cause I can’t breathe
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| While I’m on this earth, things are gettin' worse
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| I gotta bleed for everything I receive
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| I can’t breathe, yo
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| Is it all a dream, I can’t let out a scream
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| So deceived that I’ve become a machine
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| Yeah, I can’t breathe, son
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| Now is not the time to lose steam
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| Refuse to let evils abuse me, I can’t sleep
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| But I can’t breath |